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Neziul Upon entering the tillerhouse, Itachi would be met with several divers, as well as the one in the lighter suit which seemed to be their leader. While they were intimidated by the spike crashing through the window, he stood unflinching. The sudden torrent of buffeting air scattered four divers along the ground, and knocked another back into a chair bolted into the deck, leaving him groaning in pain. The lead diver, however, was still standing. Albeit roughed up, he turned staunchly towards the attacker, drawing back the bolt on a gun he carried, and proceeded to unleash a flurry of bullets.
The pale girl's high jump caused the gun toting diver to look up in shock. Her swift movement allowed all her shots to hit their mark. The diver didn't have the time to move, so he was forced to take each bullet, and fell flat on his face. From behind the cover of the stairs to the lower deck, several divers peaked out, and began firing at the pale girl, ducking behind the wall between shots.
The fighter in the pink coat had gotten into quite the predicament. Having caused them a bit of a problem with throwing bark shards, one of the divers from farther up the deck began returning fire. In a moment of panic, he dashed across the deck, leaving a puff of pollen behind him. With a short hop, he jumped over the nearest refuse he could find- a pile of toppled deck chairs, and hid there for a moment's reprise, knowing it wouldn't last long.
The man from the cabin was laid out on the ground in front of the door as the smoke from the grenade cleared. With a slight gesture to his comrades, they continued down the hall, while he proceeded to punch the traveler in the face several times. The punched passenger would then utter several words that the diver couldn't quite make out, at which point, the portion of the hall they were in became complete chaos. The assailant was killed by the shifting debris, which all came to miss the man on the ground. However, the bombardment was less kind to the floor, and caused the man to drop through it.
As the scrawny man dashed, three of the machine guns were fired, followed by a carbine and a harpoon. Some missed their mark as he created a portal in the crate, which confused the lot of them, but a few bullets were primed to make their marks. After the exit portal was made, however, a shirt and grenade plopped out behind the pale man. The diver, having heard the strange sound again, and the gunfire, grabbed the duffle bag again, and ran away amongst the crates, eventually making himself lost somewhere in the back of the medium sized room.
The pale girl's high jump caused the gun toting diver to look up in shock. Her swift movement allowed all her shots to hit their mark. The diver didn't have the time to move, so he was forced to take each bullet, and fell flat on his face. From behind the cover of the stairs to the lower deck, several divers peaked out, and began firing at the pale girl, ducking behind the wall between shots.
The fighter in the pink coat had gotten into quite the predicament. Having caused them a bit of a problem with throwing bark shards, one of the divers from farther up the deck began returning fire. In a moment of panic, he dashed across the deck, leaving a puff of pollen behind him. With a short hop, he jumped over the nearest refuse he could find- a pile of toppled deck chairs, and hid there for a moment's reprise, knowing it wouldn't last long.
The man from the cabin was laid out on the ground in front of the door as the smoke from the grenade cleared. With a slight gesture to his comrades, they continued down the hall, while he proceeded to punch the traveler in the face several times. The punched passenger would then utter several words that the diver couldn't quite make out, at which point, the portion of the hall they were in became complete chaos. The assailant was killed by the shifting debris, which all came to miss the man on the ground. However, the bombardment was less kind to the floor, and caused the man to drop through it.
As the scrawny man dashed, three of the machine guns were fired, followed by a carbine and a harpoon. Some missed their mark as he created a portal in the crate, which confused the lot of them, but a few bullets were primed to make their marks. After the exit portal was made, however, a shirt and grenade plopped out behind the pale man. The diver, having heard the strange sound again, and the gunfire, grabbed the duffle bag again, and ran away amongst the crates, eventually making himself lost somewhere in the back of the medium sized room.